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DON’T WANT YOU LIKE A BEST FRIEND || MASTERLIST
best friend!Coriolanus x capitol!reader
concept post || my Coriolanus Snow masterlist
Summary:
You and Coryo have been best friends ever since you can remember. You’ve been through everything together and you’ve always been there for each other.
You’ve always thought of him as the protective older brother you’ve never had, but lately, your feelings towards him have changed - not quite so pure and innocent anymore.
First, you think that it’s only you, but then Coryo starts behaving differently towards you as well, lingering touches, teasing comments and burning stares that only add to your confusion.
As the lines of friendship become more and more blurred, you feel yourself starting to fall more and more for your best friend - the one thing you’d never wanted to do, because you know that, ultimately, it will just end in heartbreak for you … right?
I’m so excited to get started on this mini series!! thank you guys so much for all the love you’ve shown my little concept post I made yesterday!!
so far I’m planning on 4 parts (yes, there will be smut later on, but first we need some build up and some delicious tension), but who knows how many more ideas I’ll get while writing ;)
also: yes, I’ve been listening to Dress and So It Goes … on repeat whilst working on the concept for this story, hence the chapter titles lol
Part I: don’t want you like a best friend || find a teaser and another one here :) 🦋🪷💫 (17+, no super intense smut - yet)
Part II: gold cage, hostage to my feelings (coming soon!!; find a teaser here!) 🦋🪷
Part III: only bought this dress so you could take it off 🦋💫
Part IV: so it goes … 💫
🦋 fluff
🪷 angst
💫 smut
the tag for this will be don’t want you like a best friend 🦋!
series taglist:
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comment or dm me if you want to be on the taglist for this! :)
tumblr won’t let me tag some of you guys, please check your settings (settings —> general —> mentions —> anyone) whether anyone can tag you in posts! :)
#coriolanus x you#coriolanus snow#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus smut#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus fanfiction#coriolanus imagine#coriolanus x y/n#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow x y/n#coriolanus snow smut#best friends to lovers#best friend Coryo#thg#tbosas#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#maysileewrites#don’t want you like a best friend 🦋
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okay, but hear me out:
best friend! (academy, a few months before the 10th Hunger Games) Coryo x Capitol! reader that grew up together and both of them are starting to realise that they have feelings for one another, though neither of them is willing to admit to it just yet.
You’ve both always been quite physical with each other, a hug here, a possessive arm around your waist there, sometimes even kisses on cheeks or you absentmindedly brushing a curl from Coryo’s face. But then you start getting closer and closer, blurring the lines of friendship more and more. Coryo starts sleeping over at your place after your study sessions and you come to crave his soft touch before falling asleep more and more.
Then, one morning you wake up, only to find Coryo wrapped around you, one hand possessively splayed over your stomach, the other dangerously close to the hem of your quite short nightdress.
At first, you think that this must have accidentally happened over night, but then, when you try to get up, Coryo’s grip on you tightens and you hear him murmuring your name into the crook of your neck, his warm breath ghosting over your skin, causing you to shiver.
You don’t know what to think, how to react. You just know that you’ve been waiting - yearning - for this to happen for far too long.
so, uh, should I write this??? This idea just won’t leave me alone and I have so many ideas for this best friend Coryo trope. Also, there’s just something about a possessive and positively obsessed with you best friend Coryo that has me on my knees 🧎🏻♀️
please lmk what you think!!!
#coriolanus snow#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus x you#coriolanus fanfiction#coriolanus x y/n#coriolanus smut#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus snow x y/n#coriolanus snow smut#best friends to lovers#best friend Coryo#academy Coryo#the hunger games#tbosas#thg#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#maysileewrites
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so apparently*, there’s a 3 1/2 hour long version of TBOSAS?? like what do I need to do to get my hands on it??
like, my mind is stuck thinking about what scenes they have cut. More Snowbaird scenes? Clemensia’s whole story line? More scenes from the Games and interactions between the tributes?
seriously though, I need to see this 3 1/2 hour version. this. this is my Roman Empire
* (source: a TikTok edit, so kinda trust me bro, but fingers crossed that this is actually true!!)
#the hunger games#tbosas#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#snowbaird#coriolanus snow#coriolanus x lucy gray#lucy gray baird#lucy gray x coriolanus#tbosas movie#my roman empire#roman empire#maysileewrites
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a helping hand - John Murphy x reader
Summary: „Why are you helping me? I’m the bad guy, in case you forgot.“ Set during 1 x 10 (I am become Death), based on this teaser.
warnings: mentions of blood + injuries, angst, Murphy being Murphy (yes, he does have a soft side in this, but that doesn’t mean that he’s not still a dick); please lmk if I forgot something!
AN: I’m not quite sure whether anyone will still care for Murphy x reader in 2023, but I love my trash son so much, I just had to write something about him. Please let me know if you liked it!
You dip the bloodied cloth into the bucket filled with water, watching as the water slowly turns red. Your hands are bloody as well and there’s dried blood crested under your fingernails, but with all the sick teens around you needing medical attendance, you don’t have time to try to thoroughly wash your hands, so you just dip them into the water, grabbing a bar of soap, watching as the water turns an even deeper red.
Blood.
There’s just so much of it.
You sigh, standing up again. There’s no time for dwelling on your thoughts, not when the whole first floor of the Dropship is full of sick, coughing teenagers that need your help.
You go to Fox and Connor next, checking up on them. But apart from trying to clean them up - they’ve started coughing up blood as well - and getting them to drink some water, there isn’t much you can do to actually help them. You have no medicine, no painkillers - apart from Monty’s moonshine and considering that a painkiller really is a stretch in your opinion -, nothing. Only a few spare blankets you and Clarke gave out earlier, in order to help keep everyone warm.
A sudden wave of anger and irritation at your helplessness when faced with this unknown, dangerous virus overcomes you and you clench your fists in frustration. You allow yourself a moment to try and bury that emotion deep inside - because being this emotionally overwhelmed, you won’t be any help to the others -, closing your eyes and breathing deeply.
When you open your eyes again, they land on Murphy - who’s looking right back at you with his good eye, the other one is still swollen shut.
You gulp, trying to swallow down the nervousness that is suddenly clawing its way up your throat. Murphy’s the one who brought the disease into the Camp.
After being tortured by the grounders for days, you try to remind yourself. After being unceremoniously tossed out of Camp for a murder he didn’t commit. And while he’s definitely a rude asshole that can be a bit unpredictable at times - though you think more often than not he’s just lashing out when provoked, attacked, or in case of the whole Charlotte incident, wrongfully accused - you don’t think that he’s as bad as everyone makes him out to be.
But maybe that’s just you being naive, always wanting to see the good in people. He did try to go after Charlotte, after all. Though, you think, that probably had more to do with him seeking justice - a twisted, self-righteous kind of justice, but still justice - than vengeance.
You sigh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Whatever the deal with Murphy is - and whatever the reason for you to suddenly spend so much of your thoughts on him is - right now, it doesn’t matter.
Right now the only thing that matters is that he’s sick and hurt and he needs someone to help him clean up his wounds and that’s exactly what you’re here for.
So, you take a deep breath and square your shoulders, before walking over to him and dropping down in front of him. His blue-green eyes - the good one at least- meet yours for just a split second, but then he’s looking away again. You dip the cloth into the bucket of water - after helping Fox and Connor you’d gone out to get some fresh water - and reach out for him, but just when you’re about to touch him, he twists away from you.
„What’re you doing?“, he says, his voice low, distrust and irritation evident in his expression.
„Helping you“, you answer, gesturing to the wet cloth in your hands. „Someone needs to clean up your wounds, Murphy.“
He scoffs. „Yeah, right.“
You frown. „Look Murphy, just let me help you, please.“
He doesn’t say anything to that, doesn’t acknowledge your words with anything other than a raise of his eyebrows, but you decide to just take his lack of a verbal response as a good sign - or at least as a sign that he hopefully won’t refuse your help any further.
You wet the cloth cloth again, before carefully reaching your hand out to him again. This time, he doesn’t twist away from you, so you gingerly touch his bloodied and scarred cheek with your fingertips, before carefully applying pressure with the cloth.
All the while, Murphy looks at you, an undecipherable emotion in his blue-green eyes. The intensity of his gaze is distracting, and you swallow, trying to concentrate on cleaning up his wounds, trying to ignore the burning heat of his gaze. Though it’s impossible to really ignore it, with you two being so close that you can feel his warm breath ghosting over your skin, causing you to shiver.
Something shifts in Murphy’s expression then - if you weren’t paying so much attention, you might’ve missed it, but as it is, you can see the bitter smirk that crosses his lips for an instant, before he bites down hard on his lips.
Your eyes meet then. You swallow - you feel caught in his stare, unable to look at anything but him.
„Why are you helping me?“, he asks you, his voice low and raspy and laced with something that almost sounds like desperation. „I’m the bad guy, in case you forgot.“
„Because you need help“, you say, underlining your words by lightly trailing your fingertips over the deep cut on his left cheek. „And because I want to understand you.“ It’s true - you do want to understand him. You want to know how he came to be who he is today, why on earth he set fire to a room on the Ark.
And fuck. This - this is dangerous.
That bitter smirk crosses his face again. „Oh, so you want to know why I’m such a jerk, why I told the Camp’s location to the grounders, is that it?“
„You were tortured“, you say softly, but Murphy only scoffs.
„Yeah, I’m afraid that doesn’t count as an excuse“, he says, voice full of bitterness.
„Wha-“, you start to say, but then you remember that you saw Bellamy talking to Murphy earlier. And yes, that would certainly explain Murphy’s comments about his being tortured not being an excuse for giving up your location.
You sigh frustratedly. Of course you know that Bellamy only wants to protect everyone at Camp, but you also know him well enough to imagine him making some kind of petty remark how he wouldn’t have caved under torture, wouldn’t have given up the Camp’s location.
Which - fuck that. Anyone would eventually cave under torture, even someone as strong-willed and fierce as Bellamy.
Murphy’s hiss of pain when you accidentally linger too long on one of his cuts with your fingertips draws you out of your thoughts. „Sorry“ you say, biting your lip.
Murphy just shrugs and suddenly you’re hit with the desperate urge to help him, even though you’re not quite sure if there even is anything you can do that could make his situation better - apart from cleaning up his wounds, which you already are doing.
„I’m sorry for what happened to you“, you say then, looking at him. „That’s not - I can only imagine what you went through and I really am sorry that that happened to you.“
Murphy looks at you, confusion and irritation evident in his expression.
„And I know that won’t change anything-“
„No it won’t“, Murphy interrupts you, but this time, there’s no venom in his voice - just pain and resignation. „But it’s nothing I haven’t experienced before.“
Now it’s your turn to be confused. As you continue cleaning up his wounds, you mull over his words in your mind, trying to understand what he’s implying with his words. Does he mean that he was tortured on the Ark? But that can’t be right, can it? Yes, the Ark’s council is strict and unforgiving, but you haven’t heard about them torturing somebody.
„Can you even see anything like that?“, Murphy says, interrupting your thought process, and suddenly he’s reaching out with one hand, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
You swallow, trying desperately not to show how much that one little touch affected you. But your heart is thundering so loudly in your chest that you’re convinced that he’s able to hear it.
Especially once you can no longer pretend to re-inspect the cuts on his face yet again - you really need to take a look at the wounds on his chest.
You clear your throat, trying to sound more confident than you feel. „I - uh - I need to take a look at the wounds on your chest, judging by all that blood I’ll probably need to do some stitches … uhm could you - uh - maybe take off your shirt?“
Kill me, you think, wanting to die from embarrassment. Of course, the first time you’ll see a boy without his shirt on - apart from some of the boys that walk around Camp shirtless in the morning and you don’t think that they actually count - has to be in this weird situation.
As if reading your thoughts, Murphy just smirks, before taking off his shirt. But just when’s almost free of his shirt, he hisses, his face screwing up in pain.
„Let me“, you say, helping him.
For a moment, you just stare at each other breathlessly.
Then, so quietly that you’re not quite sure whether you’ve imagined it, he says: „Thank you.“
You nod, clearing your throat. Not knowing what else to say, you start inspecting his chest, lightly trailing your fingertips over the various scratches and other wounds - trying not to be distracted by his muscles you can feel under your fingertips and his burning gaze.
Murphy hisses again when your fingers brush over a particularly deep wound. „Sorry“, you murmur, leaning in even closer to get a better look at his wound. „This wound needs some stitches, I’m, uh, going to get a needle and some thread.“
You get up and walk over to where all the medical supplies are stored, thankful for this short moment away from Murphy, his intense stare and your confusing thoughts about him.
„Here“, you say, after sitting down in front of Murphy again and hand him the bottle of moonshine you’ve grabbed as well, „you might want to drink this before I get started on those stitches.“
Murphy just nods, taking the bottle of moonshine from you and taking a long, big sip. „Do your worst“, he says, prompting you to roll your eyes.
„Thanks for the vote of confidence“, you murmur, though you can understand why he’d be apprehensive about this. If it were you being in his situation, you’d rather be stitched up by a trained doctor as well, but since you teens are all on your own and Clarke, the only one of you with actual medical training is currently getting some well-deserved sleep, you’re his only option. Unlike Clarke, you haven’t received any actual medical training but you do know how to give stitches - in theory at least - so you hopefully won’t screw this up.
Here goes nothing, you think, getting started on the stitches.
Murphy bites down hard on his lips, though a slight hiss still escapes him.
You cringe, shooting him an apologetic smile before concentrating on his wound again. „Sorry.“
Murphy doesn’t say anything in response, just nods.
You’re both quiet as you continue with the stitches. Then, when you’re almost done, Murphy suddenly says: „I got real sick when I was thirteen … only made it because my dad stole some medicine for me ... course, he got floated for it …“
You swallow, meeting his gaze. You don’t know why he’s suddenly telling you this - you just know that the story he’s about to tell you most likely won’t have a happy ending.
Murphy looks away from you then, laughing bitterly. „My mother … she was never the same after his death … She started drinking. Blamed me for his death. Told me everyday that I’m a worthless good-for-nothing that’s responsible for his father’s death. She died three years after him … and I just-“
He stops talking then, shaking his head.
„Murphy, I-“, you start to say, though you stop as well, not quite knowing what it is that you actually want to say. Murphy suddenly opening up to you is so confusing and his story so heartbreaking, you’re not quite sure what the appropriate words for this situation are, let alone if there even are any.
„Anyway“, Murphy now says, voice tinged with bitterness, „I just - I had all this pai- anger in me and I didn’t know how to handle it, how to let it out. So I set fire to those rooms, got arrested.“
„Murphy …“, you say, your voice hollow, your heart breaking for the broken, angry boy in front of.
He laughs dryly, though the sound has a wheezing quality to it that instantly worries you. „You wanted to know, didn’t you? Wanted to understand why I became such a jerk. Well, there you have it.“
„I do“, you say, putting away the needle and thread and looking at Murphy, meeting his gaze. „I do understand you, Murphy. I still think you’re an opportunistic jerk, but I understand, I really do. I - I know that it’s not worth much, but I am sorry that this happened to you, it’s awful.“
Murphy just shrugs, not saying anything.
But he’s still looking at you and now that you know what to look for, now that you finally understand him better, you see the pain in his expression.
Not just due to the torture. There’s so much more, pain that’s probably been building in him for years and that he turned into sharp, pointed hate and anger, because he didn’t know how to deal with all of his pain.
You want to help him, though you don’t really know how and why. Yes, he is a rude jerk and at Camp he was also somewhat of a bully, but you think that that’s most likely due to him not knowing how to communicate in something that’s not just anger and aggression. But you also believe that there’s more to him - that he’s not just this lonely, broken, rude jerk that that’s probably just a facade he’s hiding behind.
„I understand, Murphy“, you say again, still looking at the storm of emotions in his green-blue eyes. Something shifts in Murphy’s expression then - he’s listening to you and something in his gaze tells you that he believes your words, believes you. „I truly do. But there’s more to life than just pain, anger and aggression.“
With that, you reach out a hand, softly grasping one of his hands with yours. You’re not quite sure why you’re doing it, you just know that you want to be there for Murphy, that you want to help him - and that you want him to understand that you truly mean your words.
Murphy’s arm jerks, as if he wants to rip his hand out of your grasp, but then he grasps your hand, squeezing it lightly. He reaches up with his other hand, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
Just like before, your breath hitches. But this - this is different than before. This time, there’s no venom in Murphy’s gaze, no quiet challenge, no pent-up anger. Just curiosity and something softer that you can’t quite describe.
„I still don’t really get why you’re helping me“, Murphy says, leaning even closer to you. You’re so close that you could count the lashes on his good eye. You feel his breath ghosting over your skin and you shiver in anticipation.
„But I’m glad that I let you.“ With that, he leans in even closer, searching your eyes and whatever he sees in them, must convince him. He presses his lips to yours and you’re so overwhelmed that you don’t know how to react. But just when you feel Murphy starting to pull away, you kiss him back, bringing your free hand up to his neck.
You feel him smirk into the kiss and if you weren’t currently kissing him, you’d definitely roll your eyes at him. As it is, you continue kissing him, though you give his hand a squeeze that’s probably a bit too harsh.
Murphy just smirks again, deepening the kiss and tangling his hand in your hair. You can feel your heart start to beat faster and there’s a curious sensation in your stomach that feels like those butterflies that you’ve read about in books.
You lose yourself in the kiss, in the feeling of Murphy.
Kissing Murphy feels good, though his lips are chapped and dry and he hisses in pain when you overeagerly lean a little too much against him. But still - kissing Murphy feels good.
And even though you’re still confused and you know that one conversation won’t suddenly make him sunshine personified - you like his dry sarcasm way too much for that - you also know that you want more. You want to get to know Murphy, really get to know him, you want to be there for him. And if there are more occasions to kiss him along the way of getting to know him and helping him, then you certainly won’t complain about that.
Murphy gives you one last, bruising kiss, before breaking the kiss, breathlessly leaning his forehead against yours.
„I - Murphy - what …“, you stammer, still too wound up from the kiss.
Murphy smirks. „That was thank you.“
You can’t help but roll your eyes. „I see“, you say dryly.
„For stitching me up … and for not giving up on me“, Murphy adds, his voice serious again.
You smile softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of his eye. „I’ll be sure to stick around then.“
Murphy grins, though there’s a vulnerability to it now that wasn’t there before. „Doesn’t sound too bad …“
„Yeah, it doesn’t“, you agree, before leaning up to kiss him again.
You feel him smiling into the kiss, causing you to smile as well.
Yes, the road ahead is not going to be easy - this is John Murphy, resident sarcastic, rude asshole, after all - but you’re not afraid to walk it with Murphy.
#john murphy x you#john murphy x reader#john murphy imagine#john murphy the 100#john murphy#the 100#the 100 imagine#the 100 tv#richard harmon#john mother fucking murphy#the 100 x reader#the 100 x you#maysileewrites
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so I started watching Billy The Kid - for the plot, obviously 🙄 … and suddenly I’m into Cowboys??
But seriously though, just look at Tom Blyth in this show 😩
should I start writing for Billy as well even though I still need to finish my Coryo imagines? someone stop me please
edit: nothing can stop me 👀
#billy the kid#tom blyth#tom blyth x reader#tom blyth billy the kid#billy the kid x reader#william bonney#william bonney x reader#coriolanus snow#the thoughts this man has me thinking …#are not very sophisticated#giggling and kicking my legs#maysileewrites
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WHATS 4 + 4?!?! UGH I LOVE DOM WOMEN!!
YES.
this might be an unpopular opinion bc a lot of people seem to enjoy Dom!Snow (don’t get me wrong, I love this idea as well), but there’s just something about seeing a character like Coriolanus Snow that usually just exudes power and dominance being brought to his knees, rendering him weak and powerless … 🧎🏻♀️
Like, I love strong men paired with strong women, but what I love even more is strong men being SOFT for their awesome partners 👀🧎🏻♀️
I started writing some headcanons for this (this being a situation in which Snow and the reader are constantly fighting for control and dominance, neither of them willing to submit completely), should I post them??
edit: I made some headcanons about this!
#asks 🤍#maysileewrites#coriolanus snow#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus imagine#coriolanus smut#coriolanus x you#coriolanus snow smut#coriolanus snow x reader#thg#tbosas#x reader#tom blyth
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a helping hand - John Murphy x Reader || teaser
AN: this is just a teaser, I’ll link the full imagine (that will be set during 1x10) here once I’ll upload it. I know that people probably won’t care about Murphy x reader in 2023, but please lmk what you think, it would really mean a lot!! 🤍
„Can you even see anything like that?“, Murphy says, interrupting your thought process, and suddenly he’s reaching out with one hand, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
You swallow, trying desperately not to show how much that one little touch affected you. But your heart is thundering so loudly in your chest that you’re convinced that he’s able to hear it.
Especially once you can no longer pretend to re-inspect the cuts on his face yet again - you really need to take a look at the wounds on his chest.
You clear your throat, trying to sound more confident than you feel. „I - uh - I need to take a look at the wounds on your chest, judging by all that blood I’ll probably need to do some stitches … uhm could you - uh - maybe take off your shirt?“
Kill me, you think, wanting to die from embarrassment. Of course, the first time you’ll see a boy without his shirt on - apart from some of the boys that walk around Camp shirtless in the morning and you don’t think that they actually count - has to be in this weird situation.
As if reading your thoughts, Murphy just smirks, before taking off his shirt. Just when’s almost free of his shirt, he hisses, his face screwing up in pain.
„Let me“, you say, helping him.
For a moment, you just stare at each other breathlessly.
Then, so quietly that you’re not quite sure whether you’ve imagined it, he says: „Thank you.“
#john murphy x reader#john murphy#john mother fucking murphy#john murphy imagine#john murphy x you#john murphy the 100#the 100 imagine#the 100#the 100 tv#richard harmon#maysileewrites
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I swear to god I have not seen a man kith like Tom blyth in ages?? You can tell he’s so good at it, and not just in the way that only looks good on camera y’know? 🫦🫦🫦
YES, THIS
Like we’ve all seen the kiss in TBOSAS, where Coryo kisses Lucy Gray like a fucking STARVED, desperate man, but have you seen his kiss scenes in Billy The Kid?? 😵💫🫠 Like idk, this man really kisses like his life depends on it and something about that is just so … 🥵
like what do I need to do to get kissed by Tom Blyth?
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Steve Harrington Masterlist
back to my main masterlist
key: 🦋 fluff || 🪷 angst || 💫 smut
thunderstorms 💫🦋 You’ve always been afraid of thunderstorms, but Steve knows a way or two to distract you …
favorite nightmare 💫🪷 You’re forced to tutor Steve Harrington, the bane of your existence. What could possibly go wrong?
movie night 🦋🪷 In which you work at Family Video with Steve and quickly notice that he knows next to nothing about all of your favorite movies and want to change that, solely because you think that everyone needs to have seen these movies. (And not at all because you like spending time with him … )
#maysileewrites#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#stranger things#x reader#joe keery#steve harrington smut#steve harrington imagine
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Modern AU Snowbaird fic
Sooo, I had this idea for a modern AU Snowbaird fic (bc I wanted to give them a world in which Coryo doesn’t end up a murdering, self-centered psycho and in which they aren’t doomed by the narrative from the get-go) and before I get way too invested in this idea and get ahead of myself; I wanted to share this idea here first, asking whether anyone would actually be interested in reading this??
This is what I’ve got so far (it’s just a summary, but I already started working on the first chapter as well lol)
„You’re a good man, Coriolanus Snow. I just wish I could have met you under different circumstances.“
Or: The modern AU fic that no one asked for but that I wanted to write anyways in which Coriolanus and Lucy Gray are both struggling university students, trying to get by, that initially don’t like each other very much.
When they first meet, Coriolanus doesn’t make that good of an impression on Lucy Gray - not that he cares very much. But when they are suddenly forced to work together and start forming a begrudging friendship, Coriolanus slowly starts to realize that maybe there is more to life than just books and studying.
Maybe, life has more to offer to him than sleepless nights spent poring over his university books, trying to keep his scholarship and trying - and failing - to bring back glory to his family’s name.
And maybe, just maybe, falling for charming and intriguing Lucy Gray with her bright smile and beautiful voice isn’t so bad after all …
#the hunger games#tbosas#snowbaird#lucy gray x coriolanus#coriolanus x lucy gray#coriolanus snow#snowbaird fanfic#tbosas movie#tbosas fanfiction#thg#thg fanfiction#my writing#maysileewrites
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a little writing update: don’t want you like a best friend
Just wanted to quickly pop on here to tell you guys that don’t want you like best friend is coming, it’s just taking me a little longer than I’d thought!
I know I initially promised to past Part I this weekend but I’m still on vacation and don’t really have that much writing time; Part I is also going to be quite long (I’m currently at 3k, but still have to write two key scenes so I’m thinking the final word count will be somewhere around 5k - that’s good news, I guess??)
I promise that I’ll post Part I sometime next week, I’m thinking either Wednesday or Thursday, depending on how much writing time I’ll be able to find once I‘m back to my normal uni & work life. But don’t worry, it is coming!!
I hope you guys aren’t too upset about the longer waiting time, but I really want to take my time with this, to provide you guys the best I can offer.
But just in case, I have another teaser for you guys :) Until next week!
„Really? I still think it looks great, look“, he said, drawing you closer with one hand whilst reaching up with his other hand to place the pin in your hair.
„See?“, he said, smiling.
You laughed, shaking your head. „I mean, yes, it’s beautiful, but I’m not ten anymore, Coryo.“
You wanted to put the hairpin away, but Coriolanus insisted on you keeping it just a little longer - maybe you’d change your mind about it.
You reach for that hairpin now, absentmindedly running your fingers over it. Coriolanus is right, the pin is beautiful, even though it looks a bit worn down after years of usage.
You decide to keep the pin, then. Not because you think that you’ll wear it again, but because it’s another reminder of Coryo.
It is in this moment that you realize that your feelings towards your best friend have changed - you no longer view him as just your best friend.
You no longer want him like a best friend.
You don’t want to be just his best friend anymore - you want so much more than that.
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So uhh, I did a thing and let my imagination run wild & wrote a smutty and angsty Snowbaird fic, inspired by Taylor and Fleetwood Mac.
Seriously though, you can’t tell me that Taylor didn’t write my tears ricochet for them, though. Like that song just screams them?? As does Silver Springs, like ‘you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you’?? Hello? If this doesn’t scream Snowbaird then I don’t know what does.
Uh, enjoy the fic? 👀
#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#the hunger games#tbosas#tbosas movie#snowbaird#coriolanus x lucy gray#coriolanus snow#lucy gray baird#coryolucy#tbosas fanfic#thg#thg fanfiction#taylor swift#my tears ricochet#fleetwood mac#silver springs fleetwood mac#maysileewrites
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y‘all gotta stop editing Coryo/Tom Blyth to Lana and giving me ideas like that 😵💫
but like, I get it though, like he’s sooo Ultraviolence coded
#coriolanus snow#tom blyth#maysileewrites#maysileee talks 🦋#lana del rey#ultraviolence#ultraviolence lana del rey#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus x you#coriolanus smut
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Dude I read your snowbaird au and was BLOWN AWAY! I hope I don’t sound pushy when I say that I am already so excited for when you update it! I love how it took like less than 5 minutes for Snow to be obsessed with Lucy Gray, knowing how their situationship screwed him up for 64 years lol.
Also, I don’t know if this seems rude, but I might be planning to write out a snowbaird fic myself, and was wondering if you would vote on the post?
https://www.tumblr.com/cdragons/735613960107311104/ok-i-very-well-could-be-looking-too-much-into
thank you so much, that really means a lot!! <3
and yes, that’s exactly what I wanted to portray! like yes, this is a modern au and Coryo is much nicer in this fic, but he’s still the obsessive, possessive and self-centred Coryo we all know (and love). and I feel like a very important aspect of their relationship dynamic is him just being absolutely fascinated with her lol
and I already started working on the next chapter, but I’ll be on vacation for the next week, but I hope to have it up the week after that!!
and yes of course, I can vote on your post ☺️
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so, I did a thing and wrote a modern Snowbaird AU in which Coryo and Lucy Gray meet one night at Plurisbus’s 🐍🕊️
I’d be very happy if you gave this fic a chance :)
#the hunger games#tbosas#tbosas the hunger games#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#thg#hunger games fanfiction#snowbaird#coriolanus snow#coriolanus x lucy gray#lucy gray baird#lucy gray x coriolanus#tbosas fanfiction#maysileewrites
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